on the flight home i was seated next to a twitchy club kid with multiple piercings, who kept rolling up one of his pant legs to check on his new tattoo. every time he rolled up his pant leg he'd mutter "oh jesus" under his breath and give me a sideways glance. so i finally said, "new tat?" and he said "totally new". we chatted a little bit but to call it a conversation would be stretching it. his blown pupils and inability to sit still said it all for him.

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